Peerless luthier

The loss of Huatian was undoubtedly another heavy blow to Zhong Yi.

After Zhong Han and Yan Hui found out, they didn't know how to comfort them. They just watched their young son silently take away the cat food bowl that had been cleaned a few days ago.

So what is Zhong Yi doing?

In fact, he can't do anything.

Sitting on the bed, listening to the non-stop sound of festive firecrackers outside the window, and people who are getting married during the Spring Festival even blow the suona very loudly.

For several days in a row, Zhong Yi stayed in the small attic, reading books, practicing handwriting, and always seemed to have auditory hallucinations, and when he heard the familiar "meow", sometimes he would open his eyes wide in surprise and turn back immediately See, the result is always the same - just a lone litter lying on the floor.

Occasionally I have dreams, but they are irrelevant, people who miss, people who want them to come back to me, and things, all far away from the blurred dream, as if hiding, deliberately not to see him.

Finally, one day, the weather was clear, sweeping away the wind, frost, rain and snow.

Zhong Yi propped her chin and looked out the window.

He seemed to understand something suddenly. He wanted to ask the gardener to come over to deliver the shovel, but then he remembered that the gardener had been fired a long time ago.

Yan Hui's condition did not improve, or got better, and then a few days later, it got worse. The medicinal materials were all used, and Yan Hui's current weak body was barely maintained.

There are many old men in Yunying Academy, and most of them like to rely on their elders to sell their elders, regardless of seniority or age.

Zhong Han is young, but talented. He is kind and kind on weekdays, which attracts people's envy. Since Yan Hui fell ill, Zhong Han was distracted, and was reprimanded by those old bones.

As if these were not enough, and there was no love at all, after Zhong Han went to the academy early one day, he found that the door of his study was locked, and then came the belated news that it was Zhong Han was dismissed by the academy.

After hearing this, Zhong Han didn't make a sound. He tidily packed up the music scores and books, cleaned the study from beginning to end, and closed the door. Since then, he never went to Yunying Academy again.

Zhong Yi didn't know about these things at all. Zhong Han always mentioned good things and hopeful things in the letters he sent, but never mentioned that she was excluded, fired, Yan Hui was still sick and so on.

Zhong Yi asked Zhong Han: "Then, what is Daddy going to do in the future?"

Zhong Han put down his brush, looked sideways at the snowflakes flying outside the window, and said with a calm expression, "In the future? Maybe I will go to an academy to be my teacher."

He took out a letter from the drawer: "This is from Lancang Academy, it's your brother..." Zhong Han paused, but Zhong Yi remained expressionless: "Then congratulations, dad."

Zhong Yi smiled slightly at her father: "I knew that my father would always have a way."

Zhong Han also laughed, but put the letter back in the drawer.

Zhong Yi was slightly puzzled by this.

Then thinking of Zhong Li, Zhong Yi still felt sad.

He opened the door and went out.

Zhong Han wrote the pen, looked at the lonely back of his youngest son, and blurted out: "Xiaoyi, Ah Li, Ah Li may not come back."

Zhong Yi just turned her head to the side, showing a pretty side face: "Yeah."

He turned back again, walked a few steps, and said, "I know, maybe, he will come back when he should."

Zhong Han stopped him, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, he's safe."

"..." Zhong Yi turned around and looked at Zhong Han seriously: "Daddy, do you know where Ah Li is?"

Zhong Han lowered his head and shook his head: "I don't know... I think he's fine, so don't worry."

Zhong Yi felt a little strange, nodded, turned around, and walked out the door.

On this day, the sun was shining brightly, Zhong Yi rolled up her sleeves and went to the small garden.

I dug a small earth pit under the cold leaf tree that Huatian likes to use, and put all the kitten litters, scratches, cat food bowls for eating, and small toys that Huatian likes to use in it.

Holding the soil in his white hands, he buried it gently, gently, gently, as if he was saying a final farewell to the little cat who grew up with him...

A few days later, Zhong Yi found that the hem of the fox fur coat she was wearing was torn, so she planned to mend it for Ah Rong. Just after she left the small attic and passed the courtyard, she suddenly heard a deep and magnetic voice.

Who?

Zhong Yi heard the sound, turned around, and saw two people not far away.

A blue-colored plain robe, with black hair hanging down his back, only wrapped in a solid-color woolen jacket, with a thin figure, obviously Zhong Han.

The other person was tall, wearing a dark cloak, and seemed to be talking to Zhong Han in a low voice.

That handsome Prince Han?

Zhong Yi suddenly remembered that when she was a child, her face would turn red and her heart would beat faster every time she saw Lord Han.

A smile appeared on his face, and he took a few steps lightly.

The conversation between the two became clearer.

Han Yi said, "Listen to me, okay?"

Zhong Han lowered his eyes and hesitated: "But..."

Han Yi held Zhong Han's clean and slender hand, pressed it against his forehead, and said softly, "Go to my house, just like before."

"...!!!!!!"

Zhong Yi's eyes widened, watching the scene not far away.

He watched his father's fair cheeks turn red, and his earlobes also pink. The calm and noble Prince Han whispered softly in his ear as if he were a lover, with a slight smile on his face.

Zhong Yi hid under the pine bush beside her, feeling cold all over.

A pair of hands, clasped together, the index finger wearing the emerald ring lightly stroked Daddy's earlobe, and then light-colored lips, a possessive hug.

Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was other reasons, Zhong Yi trembled uncontrollably, his hands and feet were cold, his heart seemed to have no heat, but his eyes became moist.

With tears in his eyes, Zhong Yi looked dazedly at his father snuggling up in the arms of the flushed Prince Han, and then watched the two kissing each other very naturally, with lingering and affectionate eyes, as if he had completely forgotten where.

When the two walked away chatting and laughing, Zhong Yi still sat there foolishly as if possessed by a demon, not moving for a long time.

"Crack!" A series of firecrackers rang again deafeningly, and Zhong Yi was awakened by the shock.

He opened his legs and ran, ran to Yan Hui's courtyard, and when he reached the door, he hesitated.Zhong Yi was wearing a snow-white padded jacket with a lot of dirt on it. Looking at the soft fox fur in his arms, he remembered that it was given to him by Prince Han.

Just like when he was a child, he wanted to find his mother for protection and comfort, but he was afraid that the thorns on his body would also poke his mother's soft clothes. Zhong Yi stepped back step by step, listening to the coughing sound coming from inside, he turned his head , step by step, left the courtyard.

Loneliness, restlessness, exhaustion, disappointment, sadness, resentment, and many kinds of negative emotions wrapped around Zhong Yi like a cloud of black mist. Like a wounded animal, he hid in the small attic that he thought was safe and warm, alone. With panic on his face.

At this time, if there is someone to comfort him and protect him, maybe just a hug can give him a little encouragement and tell him to learn to be stronger.

But no, even the naughty little cat who had been with Zhong Yi since childhood has already left.

He shrank himself into a ball sadly, as if he could avoid all the hurt and deception, as if he could feel a little warmth, as if he could be rescued when there were hands on his shoulders.

There is no broad chest to make him cry, no familiar fragrance to comfort him gently, no gentle words to encourage himself, and no round cat eyes to look at him without blinking.

When it was dark, Zhong Yi raised her head, and saw the lights in the room in a trance, and Zhong Li, who was thinking day and night, was sitting in front of her, looking at herself with a smile, and said, "Xiao Yi, don't cry."

At the beginning of March, Zhong Yi got into the carriage.

A few days ago, Zhong Han told himself with a smile that he had found an errand, and he was going to be a luthier in those princely mansions. There were not many things to do, and he would accompany Yan Hui when he was free.

Zhong Yi lowered his head, then raised his head, with a smiling face: "Then Daddy has to work hard."

Zhong Han smiled: "Naturally."

He touched Zhong Yi's head, as if muttering to himself: "They've all grown up, they've all grown up."

Zhong Yi obediently let Zhong Han stroke him.

However, his heart is as clear as a mirror.

When he left, Yan Hui was very sad, and looked at him with haggard eyes, the eyes were water-colored, this look was like her appearance when she was young.

"Mother, take care of yourself." Zhong Yi said.

Yan Hui nodded, smiled softly, and said, "Xiaoyi, when Mother recovers, I'll cook something delicious for you."

The carriage was bumping, Zhong Yi looked at the empty corner, he raised his head, trying not to let himself shed some embarrassing tears.

However, when the cold wind blew, those sad tears still came out.

Perhaps, some things, some people, once owned, are eternal.

Zhong Yi returned to Jinhe Garden, and became a conscientious and conscientious Zhong Yi again.

Fu Sanyi returned in a high-profile manner with large and small bags of snacks and bundles of brand-new books.

Yin Zizhong was still sent by his elder brother, but only downstairs, when Zhong Yi went downstairs, he happened to meet the two of them.

Zhong Yi smiled and said, "Why don't you go up and have a seat?"

Yin Ziqing replied in a gentle tone, "No, I still have things to do, so I won't go up."

Yin Zizhong took his luggage: "Brother, you go first."

Yin Ziqing said: "Take good care of yourself." He looked at Zhong Yi and said with a smile: "There will be a time later."

Zhong Yi smiled and waved her hands, saying: "There will be a time later."

Looking at the back of Yin Ziqing leaving, Zhong Yi said: "Your brother is so handsome, and he walks so tall and straight."

Yin Zizhong was expressionless: "Yes."

Zhong Yi laughed, and the two chatted and went upstairs.

Pushing open the door, Fu Sanyi was squatting on the floor with a large bag of dried meat, raised Zhongyi's bed curtain to face the bottom of the bed, and called softly: "Huantian, Huatian kitten, come out~~~ Delicious little jerky~~~!"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Yin Zizhong: "..."